In Memory

In number twelve Grimmauld place, Remus sighed, and looked at the parchment he'd spread in front of him, tears dropping onto it.

Sirius,

Hello, Mate. I feel out of place, writing this, but there isn't really anything else for it.

Remus paused, and then put his quill to the parchment again.

I wish you were here. You're so much better with all this then I am. How do I deal with all of this? How do I make it all right again?

Remus paused again, to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

Did I ever tell you about that night? The night James and Lily died? That was the night I lost you, and Peter too. That was the worst night of my life, Mate.

I hated you, you know. God, Sirius, I hated you. I lost all of my friends in one night. And you were responsible. Or, at least, I thought so. And then, for twelve years, I thought back to it…and the more I thought about it, the more I realized, you couldn't have done it.

That didn't matter though. I'm a werewolf. No one from the Ministry was interested in my view. I tried you know, but Fudge wouldn't listen.

OF COURSE HE WOULDN'T LISTEN! WHAT A--

I'm sorry. I just…don't know anymore. Remember in Harry's third year? I knew all along it was you who'd sent him the Firebolt you know. You should have seen the look on Prof...er, Minerva's face, when she and Filius couldn't find anything wrong with it!

I knew you'd enjoy that. It certainly was a hell of a birthday gift. Harry loved it. Did he ever tell you? No, I suppose he wouldn't have. Not that it was necessary, really. Just to see the look on his face when he was on it…that was the happiest I've ever seen him.

I howl, sometimes. Hey! Shut up with your howling at the moon jokes! I can hear you up there, you know. No, seriously, I do, sometimes. We were pack. You, me, James, and Peter, we were more than friends, we were brothers. Pack. Family ties aren't formed by blood alone you know.

It was hard before Hogwarts. You and the others gave me the first true friendship I'd ever known. I'd had "friends" before, but none of them stayed around. As soon as they found out about my…condition, they were gone, just as quickly as if they'd never been. But you and James, and Peter, you blokes stayed around. I never really understood why, until much later.

My parents were always there of course, and I suppose I was lucky. There was a boy in a neighboring town who'd been bitten not long after I was…his father killed him. I suppose his parents just gave up, and since the killing of werewolves isn't considered a crime…

That doesn't matter anymore. My parents never gave up, and neither did you. The lot of you were my friends.

And then that night came, and Peter…damn him.

It's just us now, you know. With you and James and Lily all gone, Peter and I are all that's left. The last of a bond that was once unbreakable.

They say you never really know what you have, until you don't have it anymore.

Sirius....I swear to God I won't rest until he's gone. I won't rest until it's finished.

I'll never forget you, Padfoot, and I have a feeling Harry won't either. Someday, you, and I, and Prongs, we'll see each other again. Until that happens, I'll do my best to take care of Harry, as you'd have done.

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